The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-12-31
Written Tor The ArkdnSatO 7raveler. Simpsons Sermons.
 BY S. LEDNUM MYERS.
Sixth Paper.

Pards, "there are voices of the night" but the plain tones of the day light are interesting for us, if we only give attention to what they tell us. We would very naturally suppose that in the night season every honest person would be asleep, and they should be, so that no ordinary voice would be heard.
 The sounds of the universe are all comprised within the compass of seven musical tones, and it would ap- pear an easy matter to become so fa- miliar with these seven tones, that not sound falling on our ear would be strange or unfamiliar-and yet how many tones are made we never hear, still less grasp their meaning.
 That wonderful march which began when "the morning stars sang to- gether," and to which every world, seen and unseen, keeps step, is sym phony composed by the Creator alone, and so perfect has been the harmony, that not discordant tone has marred the music of the universe for six thousand years, and our history goes no farther into the dim and shadowy past.
 Immortals may hear these tones from so magnificent procession, but to our mortal ears they have been as
 The artist or the student who is toiling in some great work, has heard an ideal tone after years of faithful work the harmony does not meet his approval, the happiness he antici- pated escapes from him because of the dream of another tone in his thought while at work-it was discord in his life labor, and to him the theme is lost.
 How different the tones from our literature to-day, when con- pared with the rudeness and vul- gar sounds of the old English. Their "sweet bells tangled and out of tune," are now softened to beautiful melody when struck by the master hands of Longfellow, Whittier, Bry- ant and Emerson; and because the world has listened to their sweet tones it has grown wiser, better and consequently happier.
 The poetry of life has its sweet tones, as we'll as its prose discords. Few, very few lives are made up wholly of song-not few hear only the discords, and they often of their own making.
 Listen to the rasping tone Of that Gretchen just across the street as Rip goes out to meet the boys. Do you hear any melody there that would catch the car and hold the heart spell bound at home? Rather does Rip call Schneider, and together journey to the tavern's gay inmates. My pards, have you ever turned over thoughtfully in your minds the music there is hidden in the tones of kind words? Their grand diapason opened by heavens host on the plain of Beth- lehem had for it's keynote "peace and good will," while the variations on the worlds organ will keep up the theme until every human heart needs these gentle tones.
 Away back among the sos, John Brown touched string in the harp of the Union and To million men rushed to preserve the music of the tone from being swallowed by the discord of those whose ears were not attuned to the march of freedom.
 The vibrations of that string quiv- cred for nearly four years amid the din of war, while their tone was the "excelsior" of many brave and true heart. Its tones only ceased when the hero of Appamatox received his gal lant foeman's steel.
 Now and then we hear that same discordant tone, but with one wave of the baton by the spirit of that im- mortal leader who was not born to die, the orchestra of the states lead off with the chorus. that, "this govern ment of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish"
 My pards, the man or woman<who travels through this world and who, for any cause however momentous, fails to hear the plaintive tones from "the brooks"- the useful "sermons" writ ten all over "the stones," and who dis cards that happy faculty of seeing the bright side, has not only avoided many golden opportunities life pre- sents, but has missed that which will be of untold value to the mind in the cycles of . life that never ends.
 Ohi these tones-simple undertones